"Sudden mission: 'Kill He Jin' is completed, and a B-level plot card is obtained, and the main quest is changed: to ensure that the Yellow Turban Army stands out from the encirclement, and the plot character Zhang Jiao survives ......"

"Sure enough......" Bai Shuo couldn't help but let out a crazy laugh: "That's really the case...... Once the story collapses, the main quest may also change......"

Just like now, the Yellow Turban Army's main formation has begun to break through, and after the death of He Jin, the commander of the crusade army, the previous task of guarding the Yellow Turban Army's main formation is no longer meaningless.

The seven-day death mission against the two powerful enemies of the Hunter Squad and the Raiders has also changed.

On the third day of the beginning of the plot, Zhang Jiao, who was supposed to die in the crusade army, got rid of his predetermined fate, and with the rewriting of the plot, the next history can no longer be speculated.

And the Hope team finally found a glimmer of hope in the chaos and hope of survival.

However, first of all, the generals who came from all over the world must be dealt with...... For example, now, Bai Shuo found in his breath that he seemed to be surrounded again.

The arrogant man on the horse approached slowly, his hair stood up like a needle, but his eyes burned with a firm fighting intent: "It's a great shame, the general will be killed in front of my Jiangdong tiger." ”

The red-faced man appeared from behind with an awe-inspiring aura, and the Qinglong Glaive in his hand was aimed at Bai Shuo's head: "This kind of rebellion, let me Guan Yunchang end it......"

"Are there fights here?" The heroic man carrying the iron spear touched his nose: "Since there is such a good thing, I Zhang Yide can't lag behind." ”

Bai Shuo suddenly laughed, and after sweeping his eyes sealed by the cloth, he said: "Jiangdong Tigers: Sun Jian, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei...... Who else? ”

"Whoever it is, hurry up......" He pulled the iron pestle from the ground and put it on his shoulder, the incantation on his chest looming: "There are still people waiting for me......"

As if the hidden prey had finally been discovered, a sluggish roar came from the distance: "Bento! ”

The black monster with a height of more than two meters appeared on the battlefield, obviously unarmed, but the killing posture was more like a monster than anyone else, just like a small pair of pants on the body made of iron, his arms were stained with sticky blood, and he was holding a head pulled out of someone else's body in his palm, his ugly face was smiling, and he let out a roar, and he opened his legs and rushed in the direction of Bai Shuo, just waving his arms was enough to overturn and crush the crowd in front of him.

At this moment, the situation of the war suddenly changed.

"It's all here...... It's so nice......"

Bai Shuo's smile was still the same, and his hand tightened his grip on his weapon.

"At this time, just do the only thing you have to do......"

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Just in front of the Yellow Turban Army's rapid procession, a swirling storm suddenly appeared, sweeping through the sky with flying sand and layers of flames and scarlet turning into pillars of fire that seemed to burst at any moment.

The constantly rotating ball of vacuum drove the flames born from nothingness, the wind swept the rootless fire and spread violently, the two forces of wind and fire were intertwined, and the volume expanded a hundred times in an instant, and the violent hell fire was driven by the wind to swallow up the ranks of the Yellow Turban Army.

"Report to the dean! Someone lit a fire! The first to notice that subtle sign was Liang Chengcheng, who had been eating steamed buns, he wiped his snot, wiped it on the saddle under his crotch, pointed at the unclear figure in the distance with his sticky fingers, and shouted loudly: "Lighting a fire is not a good boy!" ”

In the midst of his frenzied language of confusion, pillars of fire rose from the ground and soared into the sky, eventually turning into a rolling stone of scarlet wind towards the hurried array.

The pillar of fire dozens of meters thick is rotating rapidly, filled with more than 300 degrees of hot air and flying flames, enough to pour into the human lungs in an instant, burning the skin and internal organs, although the rapid spread of flame heat and condensation form, the heat is rapidly declining, but the flame is the flame, when a person is burned by 70% of the skin, modern medicine is no cure, not to mention the flames that pour into the alveoli like steam?

It only takes to be swallowed by the pillar of fire, and the ordinary person will be completely killed and turned into a miserable and half-cooked corpse.

Changsun Wu's lips grew up, allowing the hot air to blow from afar, falling into his mouth, and making a dry sound: "......"

The swept pillar of fire rolled forward like a phantom, but it exuded a terrifying heat, and in the pillar of fire, there was a fluttering and crazy laughter, as if listening to the screams from the array ahead, and as if hearing a joke tickling the itch, and let out a hearty and happy laugh.

Before the raging scarlet wind, human beings were so small, as small as ants, but in the array of yellow turbans, there was always a black spot that never retreated, but slowly moved forward, like a calm reef, even with the hot wind and fire powder blowing on the face, and it still did not stop.

The robe was pale and yellow, with messy hair like a lion, walking towards the wind that swept and spread, the Vulcan staff in his hand was held high, and the fire light was entangled and gathered with the waving of the staff, and the flames blown by the wind in the air were not restrained by the power of Jiao Long, just by virtue of the transportation of the wind, its terrifying number was enough to make ordinary people suffer and die.

And at this moment, under the spinning and waving staff, the flames suspended in the wind were attracted by the invisible power in them, and spontaneously wrapped around them, and the staff in Zhang Jiao's hand continued to grab the flames in the storm, and finally completely turned into two flames of light lingering on the staff, like strange snakes entangled with each other, waving with the staff, speeding up the scattered flames.

By the time Zhang Jiao marched in front of the flame tornado, more than a third of the flames had been captured by the long staff, condensed into two huge light flames, which suddenly exploded in Zhang Jiao's low roar.

The robe that was hunting in the wind suddenly stopped for a moment, and at that moment, Zhang Jiao slashed the long staff in his hand like a giant axe, and the flames wrapped around the long staff erupted, turning into an extremely condensed blade, which extended in an instant.

Those flames spread from diffusion to contraction, and then to diffusion, like endless spikes, easily piercing the furious wind scroll, smashing the vacuum ball that was rapidly surrounding it, and the flames like the angry dragon rushed out from the head of the staff, grazing the body of the scorched dragon and cutting through the storm, and still rushed out dozens of meters away in the chaotic wind flow, completing its mission and completely dispersing.

"The guy who gets in the way obediently rolls to the side......" Jiao Long pressed his brimmed hat flying in the wind, and showed a strange smile: "Forget it, let's kill it......"

At such moments, only the enemy stands in front of you.

If you are an enemy, you don't need words, it's just life and death.

The staff in Zhang Jiao's hand suddenly waved, as if casually outlining an arc in the air: "Die!" ”

A bright yellow flame condensed on the head of the cane, tumbling uneasily, condensing into a ball, as if a fireball that would completely explode at any time flew out from the staff, like a candle flame suddenly jumping, licking the air, and making a dull strange sound.

A fireball the size of a fist left a twisted mark on its trail, heated air, burnt sand, and the scorching smell of a large amount of air being broken down in an instant.

The fireball, which is constantly devouring everything like a monster, is already on the verge of extreme instability, and it only takes a few touches to ......

Boom!

As if he didn't notice the strangeness of the fireball at all, Jiao Long lightly deepened his palm, the runes in the palm of his hand loomed, and the fireball trembled like a living thing, and then when the palm of his hand was closed, it was easily crushed.

The sputtered sparks burned the loess into strange glass, and the sound was like a squib leaking from gunpowder, and the fireball driven by Zhang Jiao was dissolved by a force that was by no means human, even if it was far more subtle than Jiao Long, but under the power of rune fire, it had to be helplessly dispersed.

Is that......

"Dragon's breath, ......" Jiao Long looked at the strange runes flickering on his palm, the most important thing on his body was also a secret treasure hidden in the body of the dead captain.

After the death of the six-star reincarnation who can turn into a dragon, the dragon's blood has long been rotted, and even the dragon crystal has been brutally pulled out of the skull, only the rune hidden in the deepest part of the fat body has not been plundered.

Silver-level rune: Fire of the Tyrannical Beast's surname, Dragon's Breath!